Ours The Fury ~ Game of thrones

T H R E E

         I get up early and I go outside, I'm meeting Arya out in the grove in private to teach her how to shoot a bow.

        "One of the most important things to remember is how you stand, stand upright with feet shoulder width apart, and feet at 90 degrees to the target." I begin, and Arya does what I say. "Now, you need a good relaxed grip," I give her a good relaxed grip with the bow "keep a relaxed grip on the bow handle." I order her, and I show her how to put the arrow on. "What's next?" She asks, "Aiming, is next, little wolf. Using your dominant eye, look down the arrow and align it with the target." She smiles at me and does it. "Now, I usually take a deep breath before the next step." I suggest, "Relax your grip on the string and allow your fingers to slip backward." She takes a deep breath and lets the does it. The arrow hits close to the middle.

        "You're getting good at this, little wolf. Soon, you will be able to hit the target in the middle." I say smiling, Arya smiles and hugs me. "Thank you Cassia." She whispers and ruffle her hair. "My pleasure. Now, head back to the castle before Septa Mordane sees you're gone." I order, she nods wide eyed and runs off. I go back to the castle and I put the bow and arrows down, I untie my horse and order the guardsmen to open the gates. I needed to see that village again.

            I tie my horse up in the stables and I explore the village. I thought that Raphael was dead... That Ramsay Snow killed him... But what if he is okay? Like, what if it was just in the leg or the arm or something... I notice the butcher's wife crying over a buried spot... I gasp covering my mouth, he actually is dead... That man... That BASTARD did kill him. I knew Raphael was a bad kid, but... But... It still ain't right! It wasn't how I was raised.

          "Excuse me, ma'am?" I say walking up to the butcher's wife, she looks up at me and immediately bows her head. I stop her. "No, don't... Just... Don't. I just wanted to come and pay my respects." I say with a sad smile, she nods and wipes her own tears away. "Lady Cassia... I don't think we've met. I'm Sandra."

           After talking with Sandra, she tells me that it was just the way Raphael was raised, the butcher was abusive and abused his own son. But, never Sandra. She blamed herself, if only she stepped in and got the punch instead of him, she could have saved him. It's horrible. I go over to the spot her died at, no blood... "Lady Cassia, how coincidental we see each other here." I look up and see him, Ramsay Snow.

         "You are a murderer." I say stepping up to him, he scoffs at me. "The kid attacked you, he beaten boys and girls to death. I saved you, you should be a little more grateful." He said in a 'duh' tone, I shake my head. "You're a bastard. You will never have anything better than you have now. So, get use to your crappy life. If I ever cross paths with you again, I'll cut you down." I threaten and I turn to leave when he slams me against the wall!

           Ramsay was much stronger than me, obviously older. "Let. Me. Go." I order him, he just laughs. As he tightens his grip to a point that it starts to hurt and I let out a whimper. "No one tells me what to do, your sixteen right? I heard you were. You have the Baratheon looks, pretty, with eyes; blue as ice and dark brown hair; that was almost black. Such a lovely girl." He said surveying my body like a piece of meat, his grip on my wrists loosened. So, I take my chance and I kneed him in the stomach, I run the other way. I got on my horse and I rode away from the village. Then I hear his voice call out to me as I ride "You can't hide, Cassia. You owe me. You said it yourself. I'll have you one day."

~TIME SKIP~

       I sat in my chambers, I had bruises on my wrists from where Ramsay had held me. "You can't hide, Cassia. You owe me. You said it yourself. I'll have you one day." His words... I don't belong to anyone, I'm a Baratheon that has a direwolf, who can handle the cold and the heat. I'm a song of ice and fire. 

           I walk outside. I couldn't sleep so I decided to go for a walk, then I see a girl wearing a cloak, her hood on running into the grove, I decide to follow her. I follow her all the way until she stops and a man steps out from the shadows, "do you have it?" he asked and the girl nodded and took out a note, she handed it to him and he unwrinkled it, he read it carefully. "Eddard Stark thinks Jon Arryn's death wasn't an accident?" he asked the girl. My eyes widened, he did say that... Wait is this girl a spy?